A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere…..people started sending me stuff. Free stuff. It was cool. Except now that they’ve paid the bill, I’m expected to, ahem, put out. And I can’t. I’m just not that kind of girl.
In the Gala Green Room I brought a tall, leggy blond with me, figuring at least I’d get Mr Jude Law to look my way with such bait. But no dice. Others, yeah. But Jude was a no go. He came, he twinkled, he conquered. Again. And then he was gone, out to join his costars on stage
Ladies and Gents, I bring you the First Annual Mother of All Mavens, Not-even-close-to-the-red-carpet, All-singin’, All-dancin’ Revue Review.
AKA the who’s nice, who’s rude, and who’s loaded with tude report. With a slice of cinema on the side.